Salmi ܡܙܡܘܪܐ 12

Peshitta	DOUAI-RHEIMS
	1 Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David.
2 ܦܪܘܩ ܡܪܝܐ ܡܛܠ ܕܓܡܪ ܛܒܐ ܘܒܛܠܬ ܗܝܡܢܘܬܐ ܡܢ ܐܪܥܐ ܒܢ̈ܝ ܐܢܫܐ	2 Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.
3 ܣܪܝܩܘܬܐ ܡܡܠܠܝܢ ܘܓܒܪܐ ܥܡ ܚܒܪܗ ܒܣ̈ܦܘܬܐ ܡ̈ܦܠܓܬܐ ܒܠܒܐ ܘܒܠܒܐ ܡܡܠܠܝܢ	3 They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.
4 ܢܘܒܕ ܡܪܝܐ ܟܘܠܗܝܢ ܣܦܘܬ̈ܐ ܡ̈ܦܠܓܬܐ ܘܠܫ̈ܢܐ ܕܡܡ̈ܠܠܝܢ ܪ̈ܘܪܒܬܐ	4 May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.
5 ܕܐܡܪܘ ܠܫܢܢ ܢܘܪܒ ܣ̈ܦܘܬܐ ܕܝܠܢ ܐܢܝܢ ܡܢܘ ܡܪܢ	5 Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?
6 ܡܛܠ ܒܙܬܐ ܕܡܣ̈ܟܢܐ ܘܐܢܩܬܐ ܕܒܝܫ̈ܐ ܡܟܝܠ ܐܩܘܡ ܐܡܪ ܡܪܝܐ ܘܐܥܒܕ ܦܘܪܩܢܐ ܓܠܝܐܝܬ	6 By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I win set him in safety; I will deal confidently in his regard.
7 ܡܐܡܪܗ ܕܡܪܝܐ ܡܐܡܪܐ ܗܘ ܕܟܝܐ. ܣܐܡܐ ܓܒܝܐ ܕܒܚܝܪ ܒܐܪܥܐ ܘܡܕܟܝ ܚܕ ܒܫܒܥܐ	7 The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.
8 ܘܐܢܬ ܡܪܝܐ ܬܛܪ ܐܢܘܢ ܫܘܙܒܝܢܝ ܘܦܨܢܝ ܡܢ ܕܪܐ ܗܢܐ ܠܥܠܡ	8 Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us.: and keep us from this generation for ever.
9 ܟܪ̈ܝܟܝܢ ܪ̈ܫܝܥܐ ܘܡܗܠܟܝܢ ܐܝܟ ܪܘܡܐ ܙܠܝܠܐ ܕܒ̈ܢܝ ܐܕܘܡ	9 The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.